Chapter 3Things were certainly looking up.
It was turning out to be a busy and interesting fall for me. The night after Frank and I had cuddled on my sofa, I went to his house for dinner, taking the leftover pie and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon. He’d fixed a roast of beef with mashed potatoes, gravy, and broccoli—very substantial fare, designed to please almost any man. This man was pleased.
After we ate, I helped him clear the table and load the dishwasher. He put away the leftovers and we sat in his living room. He’d rented a DVD of Cold Mountain and asked if I would like to watch it.
“Sure. I read the book when it was on the best-seller list. I’d be interested to see the movie. Who’s in it?”
He grinned. “Nicole Kidman.”
“No, silly, who plays the soldier?”
“Jude Law.”
“Then by a
